volfan2024
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My guess would be you would probably find a better way to spend your free time instead of what ever it is you say you do on this site,ie.fight,argue,annoy,jab,belittle,degrade,irritate,aggravate,tick off,etc.:biggrin2:(hatvol96 @ May 31 said:How do you know I'm not Shakira's boyfriend?
You're right. I'm extremely fortunate, but not that fortunate. Miami/Ft. Lauderdale does have its fair share of Shakira wannabes. That is a good thing.(utfantilidie @ May 31 said:My guess would be you would probably find a better way to spend your free time instead of what ever it is you say you do on this site,ie.fight,argue,annoy,jab,belittle,degrade,irritate,aggravate,tick off,etc.:biggrin2:
Beano?(OldVol @ May 31 said:And I suppose the Blacks were wrong for complaining about the idiot sports caster, whose name escapes me, who said blacks were better suited for sports because they had different muscle make-up than whites.
He got the boot because he offended a large group.
Just because you're too insensitive to understand things you've never experienced does not make you right.
Right on brother. It's gone so who gives a rats ass? Was just a bunch of ignorant hype so why let ESPN get the best of us?(allvol@15 @ Jun 2 said:the best way to end this arguement is to just simply state that each person has his/her opinion and let it be. theres no use debating for 5 pages. we all just need to learn to let it go.
That clip didn't have anything to do with poverty. It has to do with being red, and if the shoe fits you have to wear it. But like Jeff Foxworthy once said "if you get 30 miles outside of any city everyone is the same."(OldVol @ May 31 said:I understand and respect your perspective; it is a perspective of a younger generation that really did not have to battle the powerful, negative stereotypes of the people of the Appalachian regions.
I was raised in the poorest county in Tennessee. (At least at the time I was a child it was the poorest)
I remember the jokes and insensitive remarks my cousins from NJ and Michigan would make about ignorance in the South, to their parent's chagrin. Those jokes were one of the reasons I determined to lift myself from the poverty I endured as a child. Even though we were poor, contrary to popular stereotypes of the day, we did not have chickens and pigs in the house. We had both, but they were a source of life for most poor, rural families in the South, especially in the regions left behind by much of the industrial age.
I understand how younger Tennesseans might not feel the sting of such hurtful jokes, but those of us who lived through poverty in the region understand that our homes were just as clean as those in the better neighborhoods, if not as superior.
The piece by ESPN was very insensitive. It dug at the memories of a generation that overcame the harsh rigors of want and poverty. Its easy to say theres nothing there to offend if youve never been offended by the personal distaste of need. Its easy to dismiss such things if youve never experienced true poverty, the kind where parents were overheard at times, in hushed tones discussing what they were going to do for groceries for the next week.
It was times like that when those chickens in the coop, and those pigs in the pin began to look more and more like a life-line, and less and less like a joke.
(lawgator1 @ May 31 said:It was a mock PBS Frontline report with a dead pan reporter who goes in search of Clayton Bigsby, a renowned author of books on white supremacy.
When the reporter makes his way to Bigsby's home, he finds that Bigsby is actually black! The gimmick is that he's blind, so he doesn't know he's black. He was raised at an all-white orphanage and taught to be racist.
The rest of the skit has Bigsby and the reporter going to different meetings of the KKK and book signings as they encounter situations designed to highlight the irony. For example, they are at a stoplighht and there is a car next to them with three or four white teenagers, dressed up in what you might call urban gear, listening to rap music.
Bigsby leans out the window and yells at them to turn the "jungle music" down, "G__damn nig ___s," he mutters under his breath (not realizing of course that he is black). The kids in the car look at each other and one asks, "Did he just call us nig___s?" After a pause, they all high five each other, excited that a black man called them that.
It is sort of hard to describe. But it is genuinely one of the funniest damn things I have ever seen in my life. And it is so precisely because it is making fun of the stereotype itself by joking within it.
True story. I've got a friend who lives way up in the hills. He's got a family of neighbors who fit the hillbilly stereotype so well you'd think you were in Appalachia.(rockytopinalabam @ Jun 4 said:That clip didn't have anything to do with poverty. It has to do with being red, and if the shoe fits you have to wear it. But like Jeff Foxworthy once said "if you get 30 miles outside of any city everyone is the same."
I'm not surprised Dan4. You strike me as a self reliant sort.(dan4vols @ Jun 4 said:What does Foxworthy call ''redneck''...a glorious absensce of sophistication. Well I among others on this board were raised around the pigs, chickens, and gardens. Tobacco and hay crops gave me my walkin aroung $ when I was a kid. In this environment while you were poor and unsophisticated you picked up an education on self reliance and pro activity. This farm life along with an exposer to guns and hunting I have no doubt if need be that I could provide for my family. Can those who grew up in urban or even suburbian areas say the same? Take a good moment to look at our economy with the national debt accelerating like the cents on the gas pump, and tell me what would happen should our economy collapse. Id urge everyone to educate themselves in plantin taters and deer huntin....how to sharpen a knife, skinnin a squirrel. Could be someday your only option other than that would be stealing or begging. Yeah there are times when Im around folks that have beautiful homes and cars...nice clothes and seemely bottomless bank accounts that I covet a little. But at other times I just am thankful for the life Ive led and what Ive learned, because what I picked up will always feed and protect me and mine.